I Fell In Love With A Monster Novels & Stories

“Mommies and daddies sometimes stop loving each other, but it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.” “Father hates me,” Monster hissed. “He wants me dead, but he can’t kill me.” He let out a deranged high-pitched little chuckle that turned my stomach to ice. “The Moon Goddess will strike him down. She told me so.” I nodded. Monster plopped himself on the bed next to me. “He sent a man,” he said again. “What did the man do?” I repeated the question.

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

he mutters derangely under his breath. I stare at him as my chest rises and falls. He meant it. Yet he says it so casually, like swearing vengeance on a man simply for daring to interrupt his orgasm is the most natural thing in the world. I scoff, shaking my head in disbelief. How do I not detest this man with every fiber of my being? Why don’t I see him as a monster? Why do I still let him in me, in my heart, in my head. Maybe I am in love. And if I am in love with a monster, does that make me a monster too?

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

So go ahead —he paused, glancing at Nefertary. —Okay... "I must have lost my mind when I met you I must be crazy to want your twisted love What can I do? You are perfectly imperfect for me I fell in love with a monster That drags me to hell with every step it takes I want your twisted love I want your kisses that burn like hell Did I lose my mind? I must be crazy to want your love What did you do to me? Why do I think irrationally? A monster... that's what you are

They'd broken my legs to leave me crippled, and I ended up dying on the operating table. Natalie even brought Harvey back to the house earlier this time around. Could it be that one of them had also been reborn? I took a step back in disbelief. How could this be happening? A middle-aged woman came clawing at me like a maniac, and all the women were hurling the worst insults at me. "You monster! Why did you ruin my daughter's life? I'm going to make you pay for what you did to her!" "My daughter jumped off a building to take her own life because of you! She'd only just graduated from college. She had her whole life ahead of her! You're not even fit to be called a human!"

I missed him and I hated myself for it because what kind of person misses a monster? No one else but me. I'm so fucked up.

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

"That's impossible… That flash drive has already been—" She suddenly seemed to realize that she'd said something she shouldn't have and immediately shut her mouth. When Raoul saw that I'd slapped her just now, he also marched up to me, ready to fight me to our deaths. At that moment, all of the anger I'd suppressed until then exploded like a volcano. I punched him back in the face and roared, "You all keep calling me a monster and an inhuman animal, but I'm going to show you who the real monster is! You'll see what I'm talking about!"

She could imagine how young Beckett had been back then, completely unaware of the storm that was about to tear through his life. Beckett said, “Your mother and I fell in love the traditional way. Julie was gentle and quiet, and from the moment I saw her, I fell in love with her. It took me a long time to win her heart, but when I finally did, I was the happiest man in the world. I felt like the luckiest man on earth. “At the time, I hadn’t yet been named the heir of the Wright family, and I believed they wouldn’t object to our relationship. So, I decided to bring your mother home to meet my parents.”